Greetings Hairballers,
I’m someone known for sarcasm, but today I seem to be
channeling my inner Alice Hoffman.
Last night I had an OMG moment when I heard Renee Fleming
sing the Star Spangled Banner. I cried
and so did some of those tough footballers.
Ms. Fleming sung this as it was written--a tone poem.
Like most, I’ve heard it thousands of times and, for me, it
has only ever said one thing--game on.
We’ve listened to marching bands pound it out and celebrity
singers straining for the high notes and then yelled play ball or go
groundhogs--whatever.
Last evening, for the first time in my life, I understood the
emotions Francis Scott Key felt when he wrote his poem. Yes, it started as a poem. Frank, as I now call him, didn’t have a
guitar, keyboard or harpsichord with him and he probably didn’t think, “I feel
a song coming on.”
Here’s the link to YouTube.
If you didn’t hear it, treat yourself to a few minutes. Well worth the time and may change the way
you view the Star Spangled Banner forever.
Hairballs, I have Goosebumps.
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